My Friend the Wind
On the green bank beside the river
my senses leap and heart strings quiver.
I lay my head on nature’s pillow
and hear the wind blow in the willows.
I look above where clouds are sailing.
The fragrant scents I am inhaling.
The wind-strewn gifts strongly attractive,
they reach my soul and hold me captive.
In undertones the wind talks gently;
secrets unfold; he whispers softly
into my ears. Now fascinated
I close my eyes, intoxicated.
The friendly wind, contact established,
goes on his way, his job accomplished.
Paul Callus is a Maltese author who writes both in Maltese and English. He has contributed to several anthologies. Apart from poetry he writes lyrics for songs and has published two books, one a story book aimed at children (related to his experience as a teacher) and a historical book based on research.